How different positions of the hand affect our feelings.
In this photo,because the hand is open  and upwards I feel it is very moving.But  when I did one with the back of the hand   showing I felt less affected by it

I was unready for anything,
with no alarm like a bee.
Each fresh day is torture..
If you don’t hate me.

I was as tame as a quango
I was right  far in my mind.
Each night  had its daydreams,
Oh  wish you were kind.

I was charmed by your molars.
They were sharper than braille.
Each dawn brought the moon out.
As you cut your nails.

Rolling stones gathered
Your heart was not mine.
I’ll give you what you wish for.
It is by good  design .
.
As long as the clock speaks
As long as the rose.
As long as the bike pumps..
I’ll remember your nose.

As long as my patterns;
As brief as they are;
As long as my brain’s dead
I shall parsnip a star.

I love a good proverb.
I love no cliches.
When you find some Wisdom
Do not sever my pay.

Justice long as a ruler,
Sharpened to a screw.
When you are more kind,then
I may leak what I brew
.
As long as the flat Earth
As wise as it’s broad.
The moon in the water
Heard the crow caw.

Please hear my tall story
Sing  beside my cello.
I may fail at  the knife Class
But I can  say , oh blow

I went to the Church belle,
And asked for a clue.
The finger on the dial
Kept pointing at you.

As long as the moon’s lined
As wise as a toad
As quick as a stencil
I  have wrought what I ought.

I asked for a doctor
I asked for a nurse
They said you are dead,dear
Where  does it hurt?

The rites of the dead ones
The wrongs of our lives
All will be well when
We can marry our wives.

I ask Leonard Cohen
To sing Joan of Arc
He can’t  do it  proper
Except in the dark

Oh, handheld vacuum cleaner I love you
For one day I can clean the stairs if blue.
You  have power and good design I see
As if your maker was an artist too.
I  had a cordless vacuum once before
It  emitted smoke, I chucked it out the door
As dying is no way to clean a floor.
Even if you are extremely poor.
The makers gave me all the money back
And then a newer cleaner, what good luck!
They charged me nothing for the second one
Because I was so humorous on the telephone.
I’d just got in from a biopsy then.
It was nothing major though, you ken
The taxi driver liked intriguing chat
And so refused to charge me, fancy that!
It seems my humour  is a great asset
As I had cancer   thrice then  lost the cat
Not to mention my old man had died
So in my way, I have been rather tried.
But I do not grumble when I wet my pants.
Nor when the kitchen’s conquered by the ants.
For coughing  is a dangerous thing to do
Wait until you’re sitting on the loo!
The anxiety I feel is of the moral type
Like who’s my neighbour, and what shall I write?
And is it bad to write about old Stan
And his mistress, neighbour, Lady Anne?
For we are told adultery is wrong,
Though not as bad as writing bawdy songs.
Yet here I am with meatballs inside me.
I think I’ll wash them down with some hot tea
I’ll say a prayer inside me for the pain
Of all the refugees and what they feel again.
It seems that empathy is getting low
And we’re more wicked than we ever know.
But soon I shall sort out the mess of years
When I wandered, weeping, down the vale of tears
I shall eventually reclaim all my bed
The empty space is full of books I read.
But then it’s very hard to get inside
Next to the place where someone loved has died.
And so my entire house is filled with books
Or clothes and shoes and radios, please  don’t look
As bit by bit ,I let in emptiness~
By gum, life’s much harder than a game of chess
And when I’m empty I can wait for grace
Or find another man, but not in haste
As I  may be gay for all I know
It never rains but sometimes we get snow

We saw a  piece of driftwood on a beach
Purified and purged by lashing waves
The memory  is almost out of reach

At Brancaster, the sun  sometimes had heat
We walked too far and risked a watery grave
We might have   been two bodies on the beach

The confidence of foolish men is deep
We imitate them and how they behave
Our common sense  is flying out of reach

And I myself am now an ancient witch
In the sea pools ,I will, salty, bathe
I took a  piece of driftwood from a beach

Inspection of the wood had much to teach
It showed a gentle beauty as it lay
Our common heart  is almost out of reach

Oh,like the step of Blythburgh church  pale grey
Broken stones  with cracks where   beetles play
We saw a  piece of driftwood on the beach
So pure and pale, it made the  white sands speak

 

 

 

 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%2018:16-33

Genesis:

²⁶ The Lord said, “If I find fifty righteous people in the city of Sodom, I will spare the whole place for their sake.”

²⁷ Then Abraham spoke up again: “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, though I am nothing but dust and ashes, ²⁸ what if the number of the righteous is five less than fifty? Will you destroy the whole city for lack of five people?”

“If I find forty-five there,” he said, “I will not destroy it.”

²⁹ Once again he spoke to him, “What if only forty are found there?”

He said, “For the sake of forty, I will not do it.”

³⁰ Then he said, “May the Lord not be angry, but let me speak. What if only thirty can be found there?”

He answered, “I will not do it if I find thirty there.”

³¹ Abraham said, “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to the Lord, what if only twenty can be found there?”

He said, “For the sake of twenty, I will not destroy it.”

³² Then he said, “May the Lord not be angry, but let me speak just once more. What if only ten can be found there?”

He answered, “For the sake of ten, I will not destroy it.”

³³ When the Lord had finished speaking with Abraham, he left, and Abraham returned home.

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/observations/blink-and-its-over-short-duration-high-impact-experiences-of-2017/

Extract:

In “Living and Thinking About It: Two Perspectives on Life,” Kahneman and co-author Jason Riis wrote, “An individual’s life could be described—at impractical length—as a string of moments. A common estimate is that each of these moments of psychological present may last up to three seconds, suggesting that people experience some 20 000 moments in a waking day, and upwards of 500 million moments in a 70-year life.” That would mean that a stint in a Kusama mirror room would be about 10 moments, while the eclipse’s totality consisted of a little over 40—so, relatively few to choose from as a “peak,” when you think about it. But these brief bursts of wonder formed the backbone to the story of my year.

February: Infinity Mirrors

I happened to be in Washington, D.C. in February when the Kusama exhibit opened at the Hirshhorn Museum—its world premiere. Nearly 160,000 people visited the D.C. installation, according to the Smithsonian Institution, before it moved on to dazzle Seattle and then Los Angeles. It was an unusually warm winter day, and I was full of energy and curiosity.

What happens in a timed infinity room? Imagine stepping into a large box with mirrored panels inside and a bunch of other objects, and then the door closes. Because of the mirror-reflecting-mirror effect, it appears as though you are surrounded by infinitely many of those things—multicolored lights or phallic-shaped protrusions with red spots, for example.

When I entered the special exhibit area in D.C., a museum docent explained the lines for rooms were up to an hour long (in practice, it was more like 30 to 45 minutes). Each person had about 30 seconds per room—and those of us who came alone shared these visions with strangers. I had not blocked out enough time for so many queues, so I saw four of the six main installations. Like everyone else addicted to validation on social media, I unfortunately spent a lot of the time taking pictures to post afterward—just as I would later do during the eclipse.

The mirrored room in which I felt I truly lost myself, and did not want to leave, was called Aftermath of Obliteration and Eternity. This room is totally dark save for glowing orange-yellow lanterns, flickering and seemingly hanging everywhere—even above and below you. I shared the room with an older couple, but we were all silent in our awe. The sense of peace and wonder in that room was potent enough, even in the 30 seconds or so, that I still remember it many months later.

“Kusama’s goal, in this project, can be described as creating otherwise inaccessible experiences of the boundless and huge. It’s not infinite, of course, because your body necessarily blocks the infinite regress at some point, and because of limitations of your visual system—but it’s a much larger experience of expansive repetition than can be readily created in any other way,” Landy says. “The solar eclipse, of course, does the same thing, both by focusing your attention on the sun and orbital paths of the Earth and moon, and also simply by refreshing your attention on the more mundane hugeness of the daytime sky.”

duate degree in anthropology from Princeton University, where she picked up a lot of funny nicknames.

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